Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.